Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 27 Female Ghost

Mitch was shocked. No way. She had only recited the mantra once. How could she have succeeded? It was a gifted perversion.

Susie’s eyes widened as she looked around. Wow, the world had become a lot clearer.

The desk lamp was with a circle of light and a mayfly lady quietly

crawled into his circle of light. Outside the window, Granny Laurel was having a party and there were a few ants carrying cake crumbs and running as fast as they could on their six legs.

There was also an aunt hanging from the window with her eyes staring straight at her.

Susie stared at her while the aunt poked half her head in and watched Susie with a sly glint under.

“You can see me? are you afraid of me?”

Hearing those questions, Susie violently grabbed the quilt over her head and shouted, “Master, this aunt is so ugly.”

Mitch believed what she said was true this time.

This female ghost was wandering, just passing by. He saw that the female ghost was extremely weak, less than two days to dissipate, so he ignored her. Who knew Susie would see it?

A dark aura flashed under Mitch’s eyes, suddenly excited. What a great little disciple he had taken on.

“Juicy, let me see how much potential you can have. Let’s take in this ugly girl ghost.”

The female ghost was furious. She screamed shrilly and lunged.

Mitch grabbed her long hair while saying, “Good Susie, chant with Master.”

Then, Susie followed.

But by this time Mitch had let go of his hand, and the ghost lunged at Susie under inertia.

Susie subconsciously raised her hand to a palm, and the female ghost flew out a long way.

Mitch was quick to grab the ghost by the hair and yank her back.

good. Juicy, well

What happened to

eye, Mitch added,

she went on again. The result was that the female ghost, like a balloon, was

surprised that she

ghost was startled. What about playing? She was just passing by, that’s too much, right?

more excited because he never thought

the old artist man was so

appeared in his hand out of thin air, hanging on the red rope of

you will use this soul gourd to help me, okay?” Mitch was so relieved and felt that

asked, “Master, why do you want to collect ghosts

female ghost struggled and also asked indignantly, “Yes.

didn’t even confiscate her when she was peeking

rubbed little Susie’s hair, and said very perfunctorily, “Child does

and turned her head to look at the female

for her that she covered her eyes with a hand, leaving

and why are

ghost struggled to break free but it was in vain, so she said, “I am your uncle David’s former bricklayer, called May. It was retribution

was stunned.

frowned

did not know why she spoke out even if she did not want

sprinkle some salt in your uncle David’s tea, and I did it. Then as I got the money, the roof of the construction site fell down a large piece of plate,

add some salt to her uncle’s tea. Why

lightly, “Kid needs to go to bed early. Don’t talk.” Then he sent the

emitted a faint red

wrist.

and yawned

and gagged,

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this night, and some had

lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to

she was talking